Chance
Halloween was great. It was everything I ever wanted but never actually allowed myself to think I could have. I think I had almost resigned myself to believing I’d be stuck with meaningless hookups for most of my life.
Unless I finally got the balls to move out of the small-town world I grew up in. But with Noah, everything has changed for the better.
Yes, we’re still keeping our relationship a secret, but it doesn’t really feel that way. I spend most nights at his place. I even have a designated drawer for my pants and have shirts hanging in his closet.
My shaving things are here. It’s starting to feel like home, which also feels a little risky, but not so much that either of us are willing to change it any time soon.
After school on Halloween, we went back to the house and watched horror movies before he took me right there in the living room. He teased me for what felt like hours before he slid into my body with effortless grace and turned me into a panting, begging mess before he finally let me come.
It was perfect.
He didn’t have many trick-or-treaters, but a few of his former players have kids now and always bring them by. He answered the door while I stayed in the living room, but I could picture a day where we’d answer the door, standing side-by-side.
Today is the day before Thanksgiving, so school is out until Monday. Though we did have practice this evening because there’s a game on Friday, and high school football stops for nothing and no one.
The kids seemed to have fun though, and Noah went fairly easy on them.
I can’t believe my first semester as a Kensley Panther is almost over. It feels so new, and yet, like it’s been a lifetime.
After a dinner of baked chicken Noah threw together, we go for a walk around his property, bundled up in heavy winter coats because it’s damn cold tonight.
We check on the kittens before telling them goodnight and then go inside, stripping out of our coats and hanging them in the closet by the door.
“So what are we watching tonight?” I ask, but Noah must have other plans because his hands are on my face, and his lips press against mine in a hungry kiss as he plasters his hard body against mine.
“No movie.”
I grin against his mouth and run my hands up his back, pulling him closer to me by his shoulders and kissing him hard before he drags our entwined bodies toward his room.
I remove his shirt and kiss down his chest, and he flicks on the bedroom light. “You’re so fucking hot.”
“You have no idea how damn hot you are,” he breathes, and I kiss over the thick bulge in his jeans after lowering myself to the ground before him. I mouth his hard cock through the denim.
“I love how hard you are for me.” I grasp his ass in my hands, squeezing the firm cheeks and teasing him.
“Jesus, Chance. Please.” He sounds breathless, and it’s sexy as hell.
I slide my hands down the backs of his thighs and calves and then remove his shoes and socks so damn slowly, I’m pretty sure he wants to throttle me. But he remains still while I undo his jeans and tug them down, leaving his black briefs on.
Again, I can’t keep my mouth off him. I tongue his erection through the fabric, getting it dripping wet.
His cock tries to escape, the glistening tip sticking out of the top of his briefs, and I can’t resist teasing him more.
I drag my tongue through the sticky, delicious precum and moan as his flavor bursts on my tastebuds.
“Please,” he pleads with me, and it’s so damn hot, I nearly combust right then and there. I drag his briefs down, and he kicks them away, leaving him gloriously naked while I still have all my clothes on.
I tease the head, kissing and licking the tip, sucking on it as his fingers thread through my hair.
“Chance?” There’s a question in his tone, and I look up at him, the head of his cock still in my mouth. “Can we do something a little different tonight?”
I’m literally up for anything. I nod my head, licking down his shaft to his balls before licking all the way to his tip again, then standing up to grab the back of his neck to pull him into a heated kiss. “Anything.”
He nods and is breathing heavily. I feel his nerves from here, but I wait for him to tell me what he wants. “I want you inside me.”
My eyes snap to his as I pull back enough to look at him. “What?”
I never in a million years thought he’d want that. We’d just naturally gone to him being the one to fuck me, and I was deliriously happy with that, but now that he’s put it out there, I think he might have melted my damn brain.
His brow furrows, and he looks even more nervous, nibbling on his bottom lip. “I mean, if you don’t do that . . . or you don’t want to do that,”—he closes his eyes, his voice shaky—“I understand. That’s totally fine. Good. I mean it’s good.”
If he hadn’t broken my brain with his request, I probably would have laughed at the normally stoic Coach losing his shit right now. “I do,” I finally manage to say. “I mean, I have. I will. I want to.”
Well, this is great. Now I’m stumbling over my words like an idiot.
“You do?” He looks surprised, and I gently cup the back of his neck in my hand and smile at him, gaining my bearings again.
“I do. I want that with you, but only if you want it too.”
He looks uncertain, and I think maybe we need to talk more. “I’ve never . . .”
I nod. I figured, but you never know. “Not even with toys?”
He shakes his head.
“Fingers?”
His cheeks pink up, and I can’t help grinning at that as he shrugs. “I tried it a couple of times, but I don’t think I did it right.”
I lower my hand from his neck, kicking off my shoes and pulling off my shirt before leading him to the bed, climbing under the covers, and directing him to do the same.
No matter how hard my cock is and how badly I want this, we’re going to go slow and make sure this is actually a step he wants to take.
I left my pants and socks on because it’s safer with him lying naked next to me, his body trembling. “Not everyone likes anal. That’s okay, you know?”
He bites on his bottom lip again, and I bring my thumb up to slowly and gently pull his abused lip from his teeth and rest it there.
“I want to try it. I don’t know if I’ll like it, but I see how .
. .” I know it’s hard for him to talk about stuff like this.
It’s not that he’s a prude or anything, it’s just he’s a quiet man and was likely taught not to talk about sex. “I see how much you like it.”
I grin and lean a little closer to him, resting one arm over his hard, bare chest. “I fucking love it.”
He smiles, his blue eyes twinkling. “I can tell.”
I kiss his lips softly but keep it chaste. “I really do, and we can keep doing this for the rest of our lives. I’ll be a happy man. But we can try this, too, and see if you like it.”
“And if I don’t?” He looks worried, and God help me, it’s damn cute.
“If you don’t, then you can fuck me.” I kiss his lips again. “Or I can blow you.” I feel him shiver under me, and it’s thrilling. “Or we can rub together until we both come.” I’m shamelessly humping his leg at this point, but his dick has started to harden again, and I don’t think he minds.
He nods. “I really want to try. I want everything with you.”
I take a deep breath because so do I. “Try to relax. We’ll go slow and find out what you do and don’t like.” I start to kiss down his chest and stomach, looking up at him as he gives me a shaky nod.
I move between his legs, kissing over each hip bone and down to his groin. But I ignore his hard cock, leaving little kisses everywhere else. “Oh shit. Please.” He’s back to begging, his hips thrusting up involuntarily.
I lick a stripe up his hard shaft and back down, teasing his balls. But then I move lower, my hands on his knees as I spread him open for me.
“Oh,” he breathes heavily, but he doesn’t ask me to stop.
“You say stop, we stop.” My eyes meet his as I look up at his flushed face, his abs tightening with each ragged breath. “Okay?”
He manages a nod but can’t seem to form words with me between his legs.
“Okay,” I say, my eyes going back to his tight, pink hole before my tongue darts out and I swipe a broad stripe over his rim with my tongue.
“Oh, holy fucking shit,” he gasps, and I smile because I think he might like this.
I tease the puckered rim, sliding my tongue in circles and lapping at him like a starving man. My cock is leaking profusely in my jeans as I hump against the bed, his taste driving me insane.
I stiffen my tongue and tease him by inserting it into his tight ass. He only moans in encouragement as I plunge deeper with my tongue. “More,” he begs, and I smile, turning him into a writhing, throbbing, needy mess.
I fucking love it.
I work his hole with my tongue until I can feel his opening softening and getting ready for me before I move back to his balls, taking my time with each one. Sucking and licking.
His cock is leaking like crazy, and when I wrap my mouth around the head again, he nearly jolts off the bed, and a burst of precum hits my tongue. “Oh, shit. More. I want more. I want you inside me, Chance. I want it.”
He’s a babbling mess as I take him all the way to the back of my throat, but he’s pulling my hair and trying to get me off his cock. I, of course, comply.
I look up at him, into those eyes full of lust and wonder. “I want more.”
I swallow hard, the reality of the gift he’s about to give me hitting me hard, but I want this too. I want every single part of him he’s willing to give. I move to the bedside drawer I know has lube and grab the bottle.
As I squirt a generous amount into my hand, I look him in the eyes. “We stop if you say stop. No matter what.”
He nods his head eagerly this time. “I want this.”
I smile, unable to resist climbing up his body to kiss him hard, my tongue swirling over his as he groans and flexes his hips up, trying to get relief.
“Naked,” he says breathlessly against my mouth. “I want you naked.”
Well, shit. I should have thought about that before I put the lube in my hand. I nod and awkwardly climb off the bed, being careful with my slick hand and remove the rest of my clothes with zero grace. But I honestly couldn’t give a fuck as I climb back on the bed and between his thighs.
I use one finger at first, teasing his already softened hole and getting it nice and slick with lube before I slide it in. I look up at him to check how he’s doing, but he just nods at me, the tendons in his neck pulled tight.
“You sure?”
He nods and tosses me a cocky smile. “I’m sure. Give me more. I can take it.”
“Yes sir,” I mock, adding another finger and marveling at the way the puckered hole stretches around my fingers. He’s clearly uncomfortable as his body adjusts, but his cock is still hard and leaking, and he doesn’t ask me to stop.
I find his prostate and swipe over it, and that does it. It sets off a string of curses and more pleading from his hoarse voice. “Please. Oh, holy fuck. Please do that again. Oh . . .”
I do it again and again, looking up at my beautiful boyfriend as he braces himself on his elbows to watch what I’m doing. His back is bowed off the bed, and his throat is tight as his head drops back in nothing but sheer pleasure.
“I can make you come like this.”
“No.” His eyes snap to mine, and he looks almost feral. So damn beautiful. “I want you inside me. I want to feel your cum deep inside me. I need it. I fucking crave it.”
I nearly come, just from his deep voice as he tells me what he needs. Holy. Fuck. It’s me who gives a shaky nod now, my eyes going back to his hole, stretched by my fingers. I withdraw them, making him grump and groan, but I only add more lube and then go three fingers deep.
He curses at the sting, but he’s still begging for my cock.
And who am I to deny him?
I remove my fingers and then lube up my now very eager cock before tossing the bottle away and placing my cockhead at his hole. He pulls me down for a heated kiss as I press slowly inside him.
As I’m encircled by his tight, slick heat, I let out an earth-rumbling moan deep in his mouth because it feels so damn good, I can barely breathe. He kisses me hard, his fingernails digging into my biceps as I bottom out inside him, my balls meeting his ass.
“Oh, goddamn. You feel so good.” We’ve stopped kissing, but we’re matching breaths as our mouths nearly touch.
“So do you.”
“Are you okay?” I have to ask because I know it’s painful the first few times, no matter what you do.
“I am. It’s different, but it’s good.” I know he’s being truthful and nod. “I want you to move. Want you to come inside me.”
“Oh, God, Noah,” I say breathlessly and then pull back before thrusting inside him gently.
He grasps my biceps, and then we both start to move together in a new rhythm, but it’s kind of familiar too. Like something we’ve done many times and yet for the very first time.
“I’m so damn close,” I say, unable to hold back.
He cries out when I adjust my angle and peg his prostate. “Oh, yeah. Me too. I can’t wait to feel your cum inside me. I need it so damn bad, Chance.” His fingers slide down my back to my ass as he pulls me deeper inside him. “Please. Come. I want to feel it.”
“Oh, fuck.” I can’t hold on any longer, thrusting into him again, making him cry out in pleasure as I unload deep inside his body, filling him with my cum with a deep, rumbling moan.
He’s still hard. I can feel his cock between our bodies, and there’s nothing I want more than to feel him inside me. I slowly pull from his body, marveling at the way my cum slides from his hole. I drag my finger through it, and he moans loudly, his head tilting back again.
I grab the lube. When he hears the cap click shut, his eyes are on me again with curiosity. I don’t say a word as I quickly prepare myself for him and then climb onto his body, directing his cock right where I need him.
He slides into me with a groan from us both. “Oh shit, Chance.”
“Your turn to come inside me. Fuck me.”
And he does. He thrusts up into me as I slide down, pegging my gland every single time until I’m hard again and leaking and his cum is filling me. I jerk myself off, coming again, my cum trickling over my hand before I land on his chest.
“Holy shit. That was amazing.”
I nod, unable to move. “Yeah. It was.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
I don’t even have to think about it. Responding that I love him is as easy as breathing.
This man is my everything.